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“Missing Connectors”

my feelings they have become so confusing the complexities of modern life have taken a toll on my well-being

i’ve become so predictable

no longer analytical

little time left to think anymore

about who I am or where I’m going

i think I can remember a time when it didn’t hurt eyes to see the sun rise or to know that i’m on my own god, i’ve been in my own for so long

no longer analytical

i’ve become so predictable

little time left to think anymore

about who i am or where i’m going.

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